Sample Rp!
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tektite((Log format rp done via trillian with my roommate amberdrake, who is playing Cole.))
Ow. A rough landing, always fun. Tektite shook her head, mess of black hair becoming wilder still, and looked under her, expecting to see a dented warp pad. And no warp pad. That was interesting, for many reasons.
Her head jerked up and her face extended into a long, sloped muzzle- just in case- as she examined her surroundings. This was not the grey, near barren world she was supposed to be on. It was dark, things were floating in the air, there was a lot of green… It was a bit like Homeworld at night but wrong in some way. It was fascinating!
Tektite hopped to her feet, well, hands and feet, and eagerly trotted about this new land with it’s floating boulders and bright flashes of light in the distance. She poked her nose at various, foreign artifacts left here and there, meaningly to her. Interesting, interesting, interesting! This was much like the headspace of a proper fusion, unlikely to be a physical realm, even if it felt like it. Well then, that just meant she had more time to explore!
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"Not grey, not grey... but you're grey, and the world is green," a boy's voice came from somewhere behind her. And... above her? The boy stood on one of the floating rocks, upside-down, his ridiculous hat somehow staying in place. "Why is it green? No one danced with you... and if they did, would it be green, still?"
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Tektite tensed, eyeing the “boy” with pinprick pupils. She wasn’t one to call anyone odd but, well, he was a bit odd. But, then again, she was the alien here wasn’t she? What was he? A product of this dreamspace perhaps?
She sat and curled her tail around four sets of lethal claws. Her head and neck turned at an unnatural angle to look at him, he seemed harmless. Young, possibly, if his species followed the aging pattern of many organic species she’d seen. Vaguely Gem like in appearance, well, not a Gem like her.
“Oh no one would want to dance with me, little thing,” she said in a voice that was much like a mound of gravel had learned to speak. There was a hint of amusement in there. “Dancing” with Tektite tended to end poorly with any Gem involved. She ruled whatever fusion she was part of!
“I like the green, do you see another color?”
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"I see all the colors," Cole responded, kicking one foot against the ground he stood on. He then hopped 'down' to land before her, somehow right-side-up when he touched down. "In you, I see black, and reflections of green. Strings, strung, straining... stirring, tugging at your teeth. Flashing fluorescent, finger like the Fade... she's danced with you!"
He sounded pleased at this revelation, not accusatory.
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Tektite was not surprised in the least by how he managed to maneuver in this strange place. Random objects were content to float around, after all, but she was less pleased by his words. Confusing words but they made a hair of sense. Why he would know…?
She cocked her head to the side, looking like some demented, curious dog. “You see a great deal. Are you real or a product of this place?” She could well be unconscious but not retreated into her Gem. She knew what that looked like and it was not this.
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Cole blinked, and tipped his head so he could look up at her from just beneath the brim of his hat. "Does it have to be one or the other?"
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That was a thought and a valid one at that. Shrewd little thing, whatever he might be. As a courtesy, Tektite shifted her position, lowering her torso until she was laying down, in a sense. Her back still jutted up from her bizarre proportions. Like this it was much easier to meet her should he wish to.
“I suppose not, it is not as if I am one thing or another.” A joke, more than anything, but it was hard to tell with her eyes so wide and staring and tone easily masked by the nature of her voice. “Where am I, might I ask? You seem well adjusted to it.”
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Cole apparently got the joke; he smiled, wide and happy, but didn't laugh. The smile faded, and he looked around as though only now realizing where they were. "Oh," he remarked, "this is the Fade. You weren't pulled here; pushed, prodded, provoked... are you dreaming, then?"
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It was an interesting sight to see something with a dog’s head frown. It didn’t look quite right, though nothing really did about her.
“Dreaming? I hope not,” she replied with a lash of her tail. Sleeping was bad and sleeping meant seeing many many things she did not wish to. “Is there a way to wake myself from here? I dislike dreaming.”
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"You're safe with me here," Cole assured her, "I'm here to help; heal; hide, not harrow. Here," he gestured to a cave that hadn't been there a while ago. "A haven, in case it comes."
What it was, he didn't seem to feel the need to elaborate.
"You won't be stuck here, starving, staring. They did that to me, too." Then, his voice went careful and precise, "I did not like it."
Like that wasn't a given.
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Tektite couldn’t be sure he was telling the truth that this cave was any sort of haven, but she followed all the same. She always gravitated towards crevices and caves, deep canyons and the remains of abandoned housing. Dark, unfriendly places to hide and rest.
She curled up in the cave and looked up at Cole, examining him. “Thank you.” It was sincere, whether he was even real or not, it didn’t matter, he was due his thanks for his aid. “Should I appear here again and you be able to find me, I would like to return the favor in some way. Help comes rarely for me. It sounds like it does not come often for you either.”
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Cole shook his head. Under the broad brim of his hat, the tips of his shaggy hair shook with the motion. "I help," he said, "I don't need help, but thank you." It was sincere, as everything he said tended to be. The spirit perched on a rock just inside the entrance to the cave, sitting with his legs dangling. "A suggestion; sleep, snore if you want to," he giggled, a little, the sound quiet. "Sometimes that works. Wakes the wandering will back to the body, back to belonging."
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“Everyone needs a bit of help.” But she wasn’t going to argue the point. Making herself sleep? She didn’t like that but if he was right, she’d be properly awake soon. Using her tail as padding, Tektite rested her head down and closed oversized eyes.
“Thank you again,” she said even as she tried to soothe a nervous mind into slumber. “I hope we meet in a better place sometime.”
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"I hope so too," Cole was quiet, but earnest.
amberdrake, who is playing Cole.))Ow. A rough landing, always fun. Tektite shook her head, mess of black hair becoming wilder still, and looked under her, expecting to see a dented warp pad. And no warp pad. That was interesting, for many reasons.
Her head jerked up and her face extended into a long, sloped muzzle- just in case- as she examined her surroundings. This was not the grey, near barren world she was supposed to be on. It was dark, things were floating in the air, there was a lot of green… It was a bit like Homeworld at night but wrong in some way. It was fascinating!
Tektite hopped to her feet, well, hands and feet, and eagerly trotted about this new land with it’s floating boulders and bright flashes of light in the distance. She poked her nose at various, foreign artifacts left here and there, meaningly to her. Interesting, interesting, interesting! This was much like the headspace of a proper fusion, unlikely to be a physical realm, even if it felt like it. Well then, that just meant she had more time to explore!
-----
"Not grey, not grey... but you're grey, and the world is green," a boy's voice came from somewhere behind her. And... above her? The boy stood on one of the floating rocks, upside-down, his ridiculous hat somehow staying in place. "Why is it green? No one danced with you... and if they did, would it be green, still?"
-----
Tektite tensed, eyeing the “boy” with pinprick pupils. She wasn’t one to call anyone odd but, well, he was a bit odd. But, then again, she was the alien here wasn’t she? What was he? A product of this dreamspace perhaps?
She sat and curled her tail around four sets of lethal claws. Her head and neck turned at an unnatural angle to look at him, he seemed harmless. Young, possibly, if his species followed the aging pattern of many organic species she’d seen. Vaguely Gem like in appearance, well, not a Gem like her.
“Oh no one would want to dance with me, little thing,” she said in a voice that was much like a mound of gravel had learned to speak. There was a hint of amusement in there. “Dancing” with Tektite tended to end poorly with any Gem involved. She ruled whatever fusion she was part of!
“I like the green, do you see another color?”
-----
"I see all the colors," Cole responded, kicking one foot against the ground he stood on. He then hopped 'down' to land before her, somehow right-side-up when he touched down. "In you, I see black, and reflections of green. Strings, strung, straining... stirring, tugging at your teeth. Flashing fluorescent, finger like the Fade... she's danced with you!"
He sounded pleased at this revelation, not accusatory.
-----
Tektite was not surprised in the least by how he managed to maneuver in this strange place. Random objects were content to float around, after all, but she was less pleased by his words. Confusing words but they made a hair of sense. Why he would know…?
She cocked her head to the side, looking like some demented, curious dog. “You see a great deal. Are you real or a product of this place?” She could well be unconscious but not retreated into her Gem. She knew what that looked like and it was not this.
-----
Cole blinked, and tipped his head so he could look up at her from just beneath the brim of his hat. "Does it have to be one or the other?"
-----
That was a thought and a valid one at that. Shrewd little thing, whatever he might be. As a courtesy, Tektite shifted her position, lowering her torso until she was laying down, in a sense. Her back still jutted up from her bizarre proportions. Like this it was much easier to meet her should he wish to.
“I suppose not, it is not as if I am one thing or another.” A joke, more than anything, but it was hard to tell with her eyes so wide and staring and tone easily masked by the nature of her voice. “Where am I, might I ask? You seem well adjusted to it.”
-----
Cole apparently got the joke; he smiled, wide and happy, but didn't laugh. The smile faded, and he looked around as though only now realizing where they were. "Oh," he remarked, "this is the Fade. You weren't pulled here; pushed, prodded, provoked... are you dreaming, then?"
-----
It was an interesting sight to see something with a dog’s head frown. It didn’t look quite right, though nothing really did about her.
“Dreaming? I hope not,” she replied with a lash of her tail. Sleeping was bad and sleeping meant seeing many many things she did not wish to. “Is there a way to wake myself from here? I dislike dreaming.”
-----
"You're safe with me here," Cole assured her, "I'm here to help; heal; hide, not harrow. Here," he gestured to a cave that hadn't been there a while ago. "A haven, in case it comes."
What it was, he didn't seem to feel the need to elaborate.
"You won't be stuck here, starving, staring. They did that to me, too." Then, his voice went careful and precise, "I did not like it."
Like that wasn't a given.
-----
Tektite couldn’t be sure he was telling the truth that this cave was any sort of haven, but she followed all the same. She always gravitated towards crevices and caves, deep canyons and the remains of abandoned housing. Dark, unfriendly places to hide and rest.
She curled up in the cave and looked up at Cole, examining him. “Thank you.” It was sincere, whether he was even real or not, it didn’t matter, he was due his thanks for his aid. “Should I appear here again and you be able to find me, I would like to return the favor in some way. Help comes rarely for me. It sounds like it does not come often for you either.”
-----
Cole shook his head. Under the broad brim of his hat, the tips of his shaggy hair shook with the motion. "I help," he said, "I don't need help, but thank you." It was sincere, as everything he said tended to be. The spirit perched on a rock just inside the entrance to the cave, sitting with his legs dangling. "A suggestion; sleep, snore if you want to," he giggled, a little, the sound quiet. "Sometimes that works. Wakes the wandering will back to the body, back to belonging."
-----
“Everyone needs a bit of help.” But she wasn’t going to argue the point. Making herself sleep? She didn’t like that but if he was right, she’d be properly awake soon. Using her tail as padding, Tektite rested her head down and closed oversized eyes.
“Thank you again,” she said even as she tried to soothe a nervous mind into slumber. “I hope we meet in a better place sometime.”
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"I hope so too," Cole was quiet, but earnest.